Re: Guess Who is Coming to Dinner-(Doc)
Posted: 09 Feb 2016, 13:17
Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown and Chief Brick Duvane is written by writer of Dominique.
Rick would have to hand it to the woman in front of him. The smile that appeared like a switch had been hit was eye catching. He took it in and gave it the brief attention it deserved. The reason behind it was based on some momentary amusement on her part. He didn’t have time to dig on why or what was a minor player in the game of who done it only to get sidetracked. He was tired and lacking the answers he needed to allow his *** to head back out on the joyous eve of Christmas.
“Yeah, so I have been told before.” His face was hardly wearing the mirror of her own amusement. He felt that knot and pull within that signaled that times were going to be getting tough for him all over again. Go figure. “And you are the angel of good will that an employer should be grateful to have. No need to call her in. Just give her this.” A business card was easy to pull from his jacket pocket. His fingers pressed it down on the surface of the counter so that his index finger could move to send the corner into a snap for effect. “Let her know I will be answering that number as soon as she calls it.”
Rick pulled out his wallet and set down the crisp notes of currency that would more than cover the two floral arrangements he set on the counter. Essentially he was going to be paying a third more for the holiday bouquets but it was worth it. What the cashier did once he left hardly mattered. The tossing of the business card, forgetting to pass it along or delivering it as asked all could happen.
However, that was hardly as effective as the fact a few seeds of promise had been planted into that blindingly pretty blonde head he was glancing at while his hands continued to move. The message was loud and clear even for her. He was interested more in than the shop or its current employee and he was there for far more than what he would hauling off in his arms into the frigid night air. Wasting no more of his limited time he cradled each arrangement without waiting for the typical protective packaging that would usually be offered up free of charge out of courtesy.
The sweet smell of the blooms beneath his nose saved the night. As he worked his way through the shop he circulated their pleasing scent along the route he had taken from the public restroom he had recently made use of. The glance at the door offered him temporary relief. He needed fresh air. The empty foil wrapper that appeared with his rental car keys was the trigger for the return burn he didn’t need. Once the shop door was open he disappeared when it closed. The lieutenant made double time back to the car and slid in tossing the arrangements next to him on the passenger seat.
“This job is going to kill me.” The words escaped his moving lips with a slow visible cloud of condensation for visible proof.
The car rolled out of the Honeymead parking spot and out onto the street. Next stop would be the convenience store he passed coming in. Once he loaded up on the self-medicating items he over used he would head towards his next stop on the well planned route. It was only a matter of time till he found his answers. He always did.
“Yeah, so I have been told before.” His face was hardly wearing the mirror of her own amusement. He felt that knot and pull within that signaled that times were going to be getting tough for him all over again. Go figure. “And you are the angel of good will that an employer should be grateful to have. No need to call her in. Just give her this.” A business card was easy to pull from his jacket pocket. His fingers pressed it down on the surface of the counter so that his index finger could move to send the corner into a snap for effect. “Let her know I will be answering that number as soon as she calls it.”
Rick pulled out his wallet and set down the crisp notes of currency that would more than cover the two floral arrangements he set on the counter. Essentially he was going to be paying a third more for the holiday bouquets but it was worth it. What the cashier did once he left hardly mattered. The tossing of the business card, forgetting to pass it along or delivering it as asked all could happen.
However, that was hardly as effective as the fact a few seeds of promise had been planted into that blindingly pretty blonde head he was glancing at while his hands continued to move. The message was loud and clear even for her. He was interested more in than the shop or its current employee and he was there for far more than what he would hauling off in his arms into the frigid night air. Wasting no more of his limited time he cradled each arrangement without waiting for the typical protective packaging that would usually be offered up free of charge out of courtesy.
The sweet smell of the blooms beneath his nose saved the night. As he worked his way through the shop he circulated their pleasing scent along the route he had taken from the public restroom he had recently made use of. The glance at the door offered him temporary relief. He needed fresh air. The empty foil wrapper that appeared with his rental car keys was the trigger for the return burn he didn’t need. Once the shop door was open he disappeared when it closed. The lieutenant made double time back to the car and slid in tossing the arrangements next to him on the passenger seat.
“This job is going to kill me.” The words escaped his moving lips with a slow visible cloud of condensation for visible proof.
The car rolled out of the Honeymead parking spot and out onto the street. Next stop would be the convenience store he passed coming in. Once he loaded up on the self-medicating items he over used he would head towards his next stop on the well planned route. It was only a matter of time till he found his answers. He always did.